Some weeks I go looking for color… and some weeks color comes barreling at me like it’s late for church. Yellow took over my camera roll with the confidence of a sunflower wearing heels. Everywhere I turned, something golden hollered, “Ma’am, get my good side,” and honestly, I didn’t even pretend to resist.

It all started with

A rose so bright it could’ve doubled as a nightlight. I leaned in to take 1 photo and swear it whispered, “We’re doing close-ups only today.” Fine. Fair. Respectfully, yes ma’am. Then the sky got jealous. One evening, the clouds lit up in deep orange and molten golf like someone accidentally set the horizon on flame. That dramatic masterpiece became

Only Texas skies can be that loud without apologizing. Of course, the actual fire later that week had something to say about that, Branches snapping, sparks flying, flames dancing like they were auditioning for a music video… that was

Hot, chaotic, absolutely unbothered by my eyebrows being a little too close. Yellow must’ve taken that personally, because next came

A flower posing like it was on the cover of “Southern Gardening Weekly.” Petals everywhere, attitude everywhere, practically demanding I adjust its imaginary crown. Even a water bottle photobombed a bouquet shot with enough yellow reflection to look like it swallowed the sun. That accidental chaos? Officially

It earned that name by simply existing. Then strutted in

A Pink-Eyed Susan with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing the wind will always catch your hair just right. I swear she winked at me. Or maybe that was the pollen. Just when I thought the yellows would calm down, a sunflower slapped the spotlight not caring about my artistic vision. Thus,

was born.

The sunsets keep trying to outdo themselves too, painting the fields in warm amber that felt like butter melting over the whole world. That quiet moment of gold became

because even loud color knows when to soften. Then, the sweetest scent drifted in– honeysuckle. Soft yellows twisting and reaching, glowing like secrets in the dusk. She whispered her name to me:

And finally… there was this bold, fiery flower showing off orange-yellow petals like it was announcing, “I am the moment.” Naturally, that one insisted on being named

I realized yellow didn’t just appear — it ambushed me with joy. It showed up soft, sharp, glowing, burning, looking, and reflecting off anything shiny enough to participate. Maybe, just maybe, this was the message I needed:

When life hands me yellow … let it take over my whole camera roll.